There's no thrill quite like signing up with an idea whose time has come
except, of course, the thrill of opposing it if you happen to be a
loner. For her present foolhardiness, roughly comparable to throwing
herself in front of a juggernaut with a Molotov cocktail, Midge Decter
deserves to be named 1972's Daughter of the Anti-Zeitgeist.

Miss Decter, a Harper's editor under Willie Morris, and in private life
the wife of Commentary Editor Norman Podhoretz,...